In the wee hours of the morning, Ridon road away from Lancelot's cottage to bring back another artifact. He almost had a full set, he noticed, and decided one of the last things he'd do as a knight would be to finish the set.
Might as well go into the final battle with the apparel of a proper knight. So this time, it was for a helm. Off he went with his pony, a melancholy sort of mood over his mind.
FOR THE GLORY OF [ GREATER HELM OF THE CHERRY BLOSSOM ]
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 27/27 YOUR HP: 50/50
OOC
My character's name: Ridon Character's journal link:[ x ] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Ridon is a small boy, with pale skin and fine blonde hair. Light blue eyes sit in a sort of hollow face, and his cloths seem too big for his body. Rank of character Knight
Even Great Knights were not immune to sickness. He found it distressing, however, that he still seemed to be susceptible to it. He'd gotten dysentery half a dozen times now, and yet here he was, again, sick. How could he be so poorly off that he continually got sick? Ridon didn't know. Ridon would never probably know why he kept getting sick. Perhaps he was just a sickly child. Perhaps it was a strong strain of the disease.
Perhaps his food was just really that bad off.
He turned his horse around and journeyed back in the hopes he would stop being sick sooner rather than later.
QUEST STATUS
Rolling a 4: You catch some medieval version of dysentry and feel extremely sick. You need to be sent home IMMEDIATELY (QUEST FAIL for that person, they will have to retry again either single or with another group). Food remaining: 27/27 YOUR HP: 50/50
They gave him more food this time, with a bill of clean health. They polished his shoulders some, and even offered a new pony. Ridon kept his old pony, but kindly thanked them for the consideration. He and that pony, a pony he'd named Primrose, had been through quite a lot together. They needed to stick it out until the end, he decided.
He didn't even bat an eyelash as he turned the horse around to return home. The path he'd taken was entirely too riddled with disease and angry goats to be passable. He'd need to take a new way next time. This one wasn't serviceable anymore.
A pity though. He'd hoped it would not take so many tries to get going this time.
QUEST STATUS
Rolling a 4: You catch some medieval version of dysentry and feel extremely sick. You need to be sent home IMMEDIATELY (QUEST FAIL for that person, they will have to retry again either single or with another group). Food remaining: 33/33 YOUR HP: 50/50
They were displeased to see him return, but argued it could have been much worse. They patched up a cut on his right arm, where the infection had started, and blasted him full of herbs and medical treatments. He was truly set for duty this time, and they wished him the best of luck. He hoped they would be right this time.
While he did not find dysentery this time, the goats had returned. The knight locked his jaw, far more done with the beasts then they were of him, and rolled his shield arm. A single goat stepped forward, the old grizzly one with the chipped horn. His rams stayed behind him, protected by a few other goats. A gesture of challenge was made with a tip of his head.
The ensuing battle was one for the ages. Ryhorn broke the goat's other horn off, Ridon was able to slice deep into his neck with his chakram. The goat tore open a wound in the knight's leg however, gushing blood everywhere. They parted worse for wear, but at a stalemate, neither being able to kill the other. Perhaps the goat knew Ridon's dead was not at his horns.
Whatever the case, Ridon pressed on, bandaging his leg as much as possible.
QUEST STATUS
Rolling a 2: You encounter a wild *animal here* that is extremely rabid and ferocious. It blocks the path and attacks you! You take -10 damage! Food remaining: 27/27 YOUR HP: 40/50
Sometime into the forest, the pony went lame. Ridon sighed, but sent him home, taking the rest of the food and continuing on alone. Each step was painful, but he could do it. He would always do it.
QUEST STATUS
Rolling a 3: Your horse gives up on you, running away. Every turn you take, you must subtract another additional 5 food from the caravan. Food remaining: 27/27 YOUR HP: 40/50
The caverns were quiet. Too quiet. So quiet, in fact, Ridon really should have expected the giant flare beast to show up again. He stared at it for a good long while, as the beast charged at him, before deciding to unload some of his food, and hobbling away down the path in the hopes he got out fast enough.
The beast seemed to be content with the food after awhile though.
QUEST STATUS
Rolling a 4: You hear a horrific roaring noise and when you look behind you you see a terrifying beast made of fire chasing you! In your horror you lose half the remaining caravan food. Food remaining: 11/27 [NO HORSE] YOUR HP: 40/50
He reached the summit to be greeted by the old man again. Merlin, really, why were you hiding on a mountain they could use you in Camelot. The 'wizard' denied such, but offered him food the journey home. Ridon thanked him, and took his helm, emblazoned with a cherry blossom on the top. How quaint.
[ GREATER HELM OF THE CHERRY BLOSSOM ] ACQUIRED!
QUEST STATUS
Rolling a 6: An old man claiming to be a wizard hands you some food. Thanks, you guess? +10 food. Food remaining: 16/27 [NO HORSE] YOUR HP: 40/50
